Pittston Gazette

              bxLs"eno8»« 1 Oldest Newspaper in the Wyoming Valley. MTTSTON, LUZERNE CO., PA., FRIDAY. MAY 24, 1£C)5.~ A Weekly local and Family Journal. in«mi ——— »*- *tie askett, with unexpected atteetiou. ir j "Thewt'H thti ('.ont.irini I'.isan," Knthwasn't often she seemed ho eager for the leen erieil In delight as they i.issed in front pleasure of his society. I of one delieioun little pnlACe with niolder- —*»/ ?V carrntOMTED i8»4 BY O«A in exactly the same exalteu sphere as that to which she and hers had always been accustomed. He hadn't at all the air of a cavalry officer, and to Mrs. Hesslegrave's mind your cavalry officer was the measure of all things. So she shrank from him unobtrusively. But Kathleen noticed the shrinking, and being half afraid the nice sailorlike painter might have noticed it, too, she was even more polite to him than she might otherwise have been, in consequence of her mother's unspoken slight. NYE O.N Tllli FARM. tlie way from 1 Vnn; ylvama avenue to the dome of the capitol and then bo gone over by the eergeaut-at-arins before they can go in to prayers. TKACiKDV IN JACKSON TO\rNSHIP. the hendbicks verdict. "Oh, just strolling out for a bit." her ling pointed Venetian nrche* of the four brother answered evasively, "tilltiiemmim teenth century, '•flow lovely it always rome liack. 1 thought you and Mortiinei loCDks! That exnnisite molding! That rich seemed to behitting it off on high art very work round the windows! And those rowell together." mantle balconies. I wonder, Mr. Morti- THINKING GREAT THOUGHTS AT William Chapman, AgC-Cl :C8, Shot Dead by How the Jury Stood, and How Tb»y FOUR O'CLOCK IN THE MORNING. There will be no extra sessions in 1995. That time will be given up to liou: ecleaning. Lots of the nasty old memoranda made by Washington and others, but now moldy and dusty, will make a nice big lxnifire in front of the capitol, and for once the old building will bo clean. JameR Williams, aged 63, aveter-n of the Civil War, and a res dent of Jackson township, 1b in the county jail, charged with the killing of William Chapman, pged 38, also of Jackson. The crime was th*) reeult of a fend that had exited between the men for a numbeT of years, over a disputed road between their properties. James Williams, A^eil Arrived at the Declalon. The verdict of the jury in the Hendricks mnrder case is coming in for a gnat deal of adverse criticism throughout theoounty, it being contended that they aboold have either found Hendrioka guilty in tha ft rat degree or permitted him to go free. ThVa was the view nearly every ona took of tha case, and every one was vary much nurprlsed at the verdict. "Don't go just yet," his sister put in, with a quick look at him. '"I'm sure mother'd be vexed if you went away without seeing her." mer, you didn't try to rent some old place like that, instead of the one you've got. It's so much more picturesque, you know." "Do you think so?" the young Aineri- Williain Tells About a Soulful Visit Ho Once Marie to a Woman Suffrage Meet- ing and the Pleasantries That Passed, "I meant to come hack soon,'' Retain responded, with a sigh, his right hand still can answered, looking quite pleased for a second that she should make the sugges- Willrraghby t-f«)k a place in the stem, on the comfortably stuffed seat between Mortimer and Kathleen. His manners at east, Mrs. Hesslegraveobserved with comsWhen tlie Prince OHh Hern, [Copyright, 1*6, by Edgiir W. Nyo.] lingering the knob of the door. "1 expect tion. "Well, you see, I didn't know you'd Hooper's Crekk Township, ) Hkndekson County, N. C. ( Sitting here in the cool, purple sunshine, while resting the eye on distant Pisgah and the feet on a Turkish inlairl tabouret and fowtweel, I am trying to encourage my inind to think a few thoughts for me. In a rambling way mere thoughts will at times come to the thinking mind. Passing on from the great question, let me introduce a letter from New Hampshire to show that I have admirers among the illiterate ever.® here. I am exceedingly sorry that here and there a misspelled oath appears, but I put this in to show how often profanity and poor spelling go together. ,EM jou won't miss me." nance are certainly more convenient to live prefer a mediaeval one And the renais- The story of the tragedy was thus told by Williams to a Wllkesbarre Record reporter at the jail: "ihapman, he says, frequently bothered him, alleging that the in question encroached upon their property ard that he (•Villlams) was not en It led to it. Williams warned him to Keep off his place. A week ago Chapman came up with his mother, and Williams says they started to abuse hin. On Wednesday evening Chapman came up again and pitched into him, and. Williams warned him that he was trespassing on a private road aud if he did, not get off he wou'd have bim arrested. At this Williams says Chapman p'eked up a rock and hit him on the hbad, which knocked him Berg "less The prisoner's story then goes that Chapman jumped upon h'tu and rDeat htm unmercifully and he could not defend himself as he (William*) is a small, aged man and Chapman is yonng, vigorous and of a bom 230 pounds weight Williams yesterday showed the marks upon his neck and a wound on the back of hie head it fllcted in the struggle. While Chapman was still upon him Williams d.ew a revolver from his jacket and a straggle followed for its possession, during which it was discharged. Chapman gained the weapon and started back a few feet and pulled the trigger, but there was either no bullet in it or it failed to go off. Chapman then w alked down the road a short distance atd sat upon a log. Wil ilams started for Squire Atkinson's office aid swore out a warrant for Chapman's arrest, charging him with assault and battary with intent to kill Constable Johnson accompani d him to the place with the warrant and they saw Chapman still sitting in the road with his head resting upon his hand". They thought he was sick, but when they reached him they found that he was de'id, a bullet wound in his abdomen near the atom ch, and the revolver which he had wrestled from Williams beside him. He had evidently been shot when Williams 8red in the struggle." It appears, now, that the jary wn prevented from finding a verdict In tha Aral degree only through the obatlnaey of two j arors, who, by willingly voting for a verdict in the second degree, a ho wed that they believed Hendricks guilty, bat lacked the courage to hang him. 1«JT ALLf* ir & "\Yhy, my dear child," Mrs. Hesslegrave interposed, with quite a shocked expression, "what on earth could lw more lovely than Mr. Mortimer's palazzo? It's much the largest and most important looking noiine—except, 01 coarse, uie i rcieeturo and the foreign embassadors'—011 the Grand canal. I don't see myself how in the world you can find fault with it." [CONTnrCKD.] "Not if hIui hasn't got it," Kathleen answered Btoutly. CHAPTElt IV. FRATKiiNAL AMKSIT1F.S, "Whether she's got it fir not," Keggie responded at once, with profound contempt for such unladylike morality. "Ixjokat Mrs. Algy Kedburn! How does she do, I'd like to know? Everybody's well aware Alicy hasn't got a brass farthing to bless himself with, yet who do you see dressed iu the park like his wife? Such bonnets! Such coats! Such a bun! There's a model Still, through the •wliolo letter is a spirit of free hearted and genial esteem that helps me to forgive the lack of polish, for I came from the common people myself and did not see a train of cars till I was 20 years of ago. Even up till yet I imagine that the conductor is the owner of the road, and when I ride on a pass can hiirdly thank him enough for the uso of his delightful train. So we who came from the common people and who still like to drive off into the woods, where we can crack jokes with tho coachman, ought not to bo too severe on those who Wi-iTe from tho heart,but err in their spelling. The season was waning toward it* lnt ter end. Mrs. 1 tessiturave and Ka Ideen were on the eve of flight for their regular round of autumn visits in the country lDefore returning to their winter quarters at Venice. These autumn visits were half friendly, half professional. It was one of the griefs of Airs. Hesslegrave's life, indeed, that Kathleen's vocstion as an artist Compe..~v. her to do anu to suffer many things which in her mother's eyes were undignified apd almost unladylike. Foremost among them was the necessity when visiting in the country for carrying her portfolio of sketches along with her, for Kathleen's, success was merely a fDri\at* and local one. She depended largely for selling her pictures upon the friendly appreciation of her own acquaintances. It is true, beiny a timid and retiring girl, she never thrust her work incontinently upon her hosts. On the contrary, she was nervously shy altout anything that looked like self advertisement or pushing. Still the fact remained that unless she went a round of country visits in the autumn she would never have sold most of her pictures at all, and this fact, which gave Kathleen herself no small shrinkingsof natural delicacy, covered Mrs. Hesslegrave In a very different way with shame and humiliation, for to Mrs. Hesslegrave it was a painful and disgraceful thing that people should know her daughter had to work for her living at all. In her young days, she was wont to say severely, young ladies used to paint for their own amusement, not for filthy lucre, and whenever she said it. with B disapproving toss of the dainty coffee colored Houiton headdress, Kathleen had somehow an unpleasant feeling in the background of her heart that it was really very wrong of her to be so badly off, and that if only she had inherited the feelings and manners of a perfect lady she would have managed to lie born with £5,000 a year and nothing to do for it. Though, to be sure, if she hadn't so managed, after all, it might with some show of reason be urged in extenuation that the fault lay rather at the door of that impeccable Mrs. Hesslegrave herself and the late lamentid general of artillery, her husband, who had been jointly responsible for bringing Kathleen into the world with no better endowment than a pair of pretty white bands and an artistic faculty for deftly employing them in the production of beautiful and pleasing images. I was thinking only this morning at 4 o'clock and would have thought some moro, but 1 was interrupted by a shrill cry, with lumps in it, that Rounded like pulling a log chain through the bunghole of a deserted rainwater barroL When the jury retired, and took tta first ballot, nine were in favor of oonviotioa, and three for acquittal. It waa qulotly learned that John Milea, of Plymouth, Hugh Ualoy, Hazle, and John O'Hara, Haz'e, were the three who favored acquittal "Miss HesslegraVe's quite right," the American answered quickly, with grave politeness,, darting a glance at Kathleen. "Of course in point of lieauty there can be no comparison between a palazzo like mine, all plain round windows or renaissance doors, and such crystallized dreams in lacelike stone as the Ca d'Oro or the Palazzo Pisani. One capital of their columns in worth my whole courtyard. It 's for those alone we come to live in Venice. But, then, they're not always in the market, don't you see, and liesides in many ways they're less convenient to live in. One must think of that sometimes. The picturesque is all very well as an object of abstract contemplation in life, but when it comes to daily needs we somehow seem to prefer the sanitary and the comfortable." for you!" "Hut Mrs. Algy Redburn will some day be Lady Axminster," Kathleen answered, with a sigh, not perceiving herself that that vague contingency had really nothing at all to do with the rights and wrongs of the question. "And I will not." Which was also to some extent an unwarrantable assnrn(ftiol). Wo havo a fine, large red morocco bound gobbler, who is as bright as a dollar in some ways, but he is a somnambulist. Last fall ho read in the Asheville Citizen something about Tlianks- Uilee explained to the jury that th# reason he wat in favor of acquitting Hendricks waa, that he waa not "itKfled oa one point of evidence offered in rebuttal of FiaherValibi. After thla waa fully ax* plained to him, a second ballot waa and ten were fonnd in favor of oonvtotlon, and two for acqnlttal. "Oh,don't! t him stay on my account, Mortimer echoed, with polite anxiety, giving Kathleen a pleading look half aside in his turn. It was clear from the look he wanted a tete-a-tete with her. "I cxpcct you won't miss me." lteggie flp.shed his cuffs and regarded them with jaat pride. "That's no matter," he answered curtly. "Every lady is a lady, and should dress like a ladD* no matter what's her income, and she can't do that under £300 a year. You take my word for it." "ir?ij/, IVft you, Mr. Wtllourjhby paracivo pleasure, were tnose oi a gentleman, though his tailor's bill would certainly not have suited her son Reginald's enlightened views on that important subject.Manchester, N. H., Fob. 7, 1805. Dear Mr. Nve—Having red a good many articles by you in diferent places and mostly in tho paper I taik, I make bold to writo you a leter and aoquainto you with something that I believe Is worthy of the notice of men a darnsite smarter than what I be. | But Kathleen was inexorable. "I'd rather you stopped, Reggie," she said in such a decided voice that even Keggie understood and made up his mind to give way to her. "Motlier'll be here before long, and I want you to wait for her." It is eaid that Maloy and O'Hara p'alal/ told the other jurors that they would act return Hendricks guilty of murder la tha first degree on the teatlmoay of Ray Boyer if tuey remained than until doomsday. "Well, tell us all about it," Mortimer oegan at once, w tin tue utmost, coroiainj . "You're here, we see. IIow have you managed to come here? It was only yesterday I was telling Miss Hesslegrave at the station how you weren't sure whether things ivould turn out so as to enable you to return, and shesaid shesomuch hoped you'd manage to come back again." Kathleen was too tired to keep up the dispute, so she answered nothing. "Oh, and-what an exquisite glimpse up the side canal there!" Kathleen exclaimed once more, with a lingering accent on the words, as they passed just in front of an old red tower with bells hung in its archways. "That's the Campanile of San VItale, that tower. I always love it. It's a lDeantifnl bit. These quaint out of the way places, that nobody else ever paints, I love the best of all in Venice. They're so much more beautiful and picturesque, after all, than the common things all the world admires and one sees everywhere— tho Rialto, and the Bridge of Sighs, and Santa Maria della Salute." Though rite hero I mito say that nothing I havo red for many yers has givo me tho pleas ore of reading your leters in the paper. I redo them to the farm hands out loud in the would uied, and they will always lafT like sin and say that is tho goldarndest yet! I ben working for a man that has got tho reumertissm (do I spel it rite?) and hois a case for angulstowcap over. By gosh, I never seen such a man! Hollerin to mo all tho timo to do something, and when he goa to bed he don't stay in it, but is up for a chue of tobaceu, or to ate an appull, or to drink cider, or to smoake, or something else. By gosh, I don't get no sleap hardley. I thot I would bring this to yore attenshen sos you could see that al is not goold that glitters, and a farmur's life is not a hapy one. If I am ever to buck slides, by gosh, I'll drop in and see ycru, for I hav a darnsite more respect for you then for all the goldarned farmurs thot ever stood up. Spring is comeing on up hear, I supose it Is down tharc, though I was never to the plae as I sed beforo. But HegK'e had come round to his sister's that night in the familiar masculine teasing humor. lie wasn't going to be balked of his sport, so easily. 'Twas as K'wkI as ratting, at half the cost, and almost equal to badger drawing. So he went on after a minute: "A man dtiesn't need so much. Ilis wants are simpler. I think I can dress like a gentleman myself—on £250." Keggie sat down with a bump. "Oh, as you will," he answered, dropping back into his easy chair. "I'm sure I don't mind. It's all the same to me. Only I thought you two could run this Fra Augelico business just alxiut as well without me, don't you kuow, as with me. I don't pretend to excite myself over Fra Angelico anyway." Maloy and O'Hara then being fall/ determined not to find a verdlot of guilty, either because they did not believe Bay Boyer's testimony or out of a of sentiment or other oauae, other "wnKtra of the jury, rather see tha accused, whom they believed guilty, go free, advocated a verdict in the aeoend degree. lialoy and O'Hara agreed to thla at onoe, but three members still voted for the Hut degree. On two ballot a two of thaaa tuned over, and finally the laat one voted for second degree. "We should lie painting so near one another this year, no doubt," Kathleen said, with a pleasant smile, "we'd be able to see something of one another's work and one another's society." So for the next half hour poor Rnfus Mortimer sat on, still discussi ng art, which Is a "capital subject no doubt when you want to talk of it, but which palls a little, it must be confessed, when it intervenes incontinently at the exact moment of time when you're waiting to ask the young woman of your choice whether or not she'll have you. Rufus Mortimer, for his part, was rather inclined, as things stood, to put his money on the not, for if that delightful English girl had really wanted him surely she would have managed to get rid, by hook or by crook, of her superfluous brother, instead of which she had positively encouraged him in remaining. Which things being ho, Rufus Mortimer was more than half disused to think she desired to avoid having to give him an answer. For that he was rejdly and truly sorry, for he had always liked her very much, and now that she showed some disposition to refuse him, why. he came exceedingly near to loving her. Such Is the way of man. The fact that Kathleen Ilesslegrave seemed to hold him at arm's length made Rufus Mortimer resolve in his own mind at all hazards to marry her "As your salary's .£R0," Kathleen put In resignedly with one hand on her aching head, "I don't quite know myself where the remainder's to come from." Arnold Willoughby's face flushed with genuine and unexpected pleasurf'. Could it lie really the fact that this pretty and pleasant mannered artist girl was genuinely glad he hail come back to Venice? And he a poor painter, with only his art to bless himself with? To Arnold Willoughby, after his rude awakening to fuller'experience of the ways and habits of men and women, such disinterested interest seemed well nigh incredible. He glanced at her timidly, yet with a face full of pleasure. "That was very, very kind of you," he answered rather low, for kindness always overcame him. Then he turned to the American. "Well, it Wfa like this, you see, Mortimer," he said, "I sold my picture." "The Macdotigallsare back, I see," Mrs. Hesslegrave interposed, with a glance at a first floor. "That's their house, Mr. Mortimer. They're charming people and immensely wealthy. That big red place there, just round by the Layards'." Reggie parried the question. "Oh, I'm careful," he went on, "very careful, you know, Kitty. I make it a rule never to waste my money. I buy judiciously. Look at linen, for example. Linen's a very Important item. 1 require a fresh shirt, of course, every morning. Even you will admit"—he Bpoke with acerbity, as though Kathleen were a sort of acknowledged social pariah—"even you will admit that a supply of clean linen is a necessary adjunct to a gentleman's appearance. Well, how do you think, now, I manage about my cuffs? I'll tell you what I do about them. There are fellows at our plkoe, if you'll believe it, who wear movable cuffs—-cuffs, don't you know, that come off and on the same as a collar does—nasty separate shirt cuffs. I don't call such things gentlemanly. The fellows that wear them take them off when they come to the office and slip them on again over their hands when they have to run across with a client to the house—that's what we call the Stock Exchange—or when they go out for luncheon. Well, I don't like such ways myself. I hate and detest all shams and subterfuges. I wouldn't wear a cuff unless it was part and parcel of my shirt,. So I've invented a dodge to keep them clean from morning till evening. As soon as I go into the office I just cut a piece of white foolscap the exact size of my cuffs. I double it back, so, over the edge of the sleeve. I pass it under again this way. Then, while I stop in the office I keep the cover on, and it looks pretty much the same as the linen. That prevents blacks and smuts from settling on the cuff and keeps the wear and tear of writing and so fortli from hurting the material. Hut when I go out I just slip the paper off, so, and there I am, you see, with siDotless linen, like a gentleman!" And he demonstrated triumphantly. "And what lovely old windows it has!" Kathleen exclaimed, glancing up. "Those deep recessed quatrefoils! How exquisite they look, with the canary creeper climbing up the great stone muilions to the tracery of the arches! Don't you love the blue posts they moor their boats to?" I aint much on riting leters, but, by gosh, I know humer when I seo it, and you hav the tm humer in you. Yores till we meat. THINKING. Under these circamstanoea of the oms,D it does not seem just to heap anoh criticism npon the jury. If two of were too chicken hearted to act aooordlm to their convictions, and stubborn enough to defeat the ends of jaetioe, tha othar jurors are to be commended for tha oouree they panned, as, had they held oat for two weeks and failed to reach an agreement , the prisoner would have gone free, u his life could not, nnder tha law, bar twice placed in jeopardy for the *»"Dt offence.giving, and so he spent the winter on tho main truck of a tall slipjiery elm tree which grow? just between tho portcullis and tho henhouso of my baronial dugout James Wheeler. Is it surprising that aftor a letter like the above I go joyfully forth again to my delightful task, knowing that far "I wonder if they've begun their Friday afternoons yet," Mrs. Hesslegrave went on, following out the track of her own reflections. "We must look and see, Kathleen, wheu we go back to our lodgings." Well, ho developed somnambulism during the -winter without pausing to consider that those who sleep on the apex of a 150 foot tree ought not to got too restless, and so he woke mo this morning by falling off his perch with a dull thud that seemed to knock about 13 yards of song out of him. "Not the 'Chioggia Fisherboats?' " Kathleen cried, quite interested. Coroner Trimmer conducted an inquest in the case, and the jury decided thai Chapman c&ma to his death by a wonnd from a revolver in the hands of JamrB Williams, and that the wonnd was in fluted in eelf defense. "There were a whole heap of cards, mother," Kathleen replied, watching the curl of the water from the paddle's edge. "I didn't much look at them. But I stuck them all in the yellow Cantagalli pot on the table by the landing. For my part, I just hate these banal gnyetics in Venice. They interfere so much with one's time and one's painting." "Yes, the same you saw that day I met you at the academy," Arnold answered, with secret delight that the pretty girl should have remembered the name and subject of his maiden effort. On this particular evening, however, Kathleen was tired with packing. Her head ached slightly, and she was anxious to be kept as undisturbed as possible. Therefore, of course, her brother Itegijiald had chosen it as the aptest moment to drop in toward the dinner hour for a farewell visit to his mother and sister. Reginald was 20, with a faint black line on his npper lip, which he called a mustache, and he was a child entirely after Mrs. Hes■legrave's own heart, being-in his mother's eyes indeed a consummate gentleman. To be sure, the poor boy had the misfortune to be engaged in an office in the city —a most painful position. Mrs. Hesslegravejs narrow means had never allowed her to'send him to Sandhurst or Woolwich and get him a commission in the army, but that the fond mother regarded as poor Reggie's ill luck, and Reggie himself endeavored to make up for it by copying to the best of bis ability the tone and manner of military circles as far as was compatible with the Btrict routine of a stockbroker's office. If collars and cuffs and the last thing out in octagon ties constitute the real criterion of the gentle life—as is the naive belief of so large a fraction of the city—then was Reginald Ilesslegrave indeed a gentleman. What though he snlD- sist ed in great part on poor Kathleen's earnings and pocketed her hard won cash to supplement his own narrow salary, with scarcely so much as a thank yon—one doesn't like to seem beholden to a woman in these matters, you know—yet was the cnt of his coat a marvel to Adam's court, and the pattern of his sleevelinks a thing to be observed by the stipendiary youth of Threadneedle street and Lothburjr. "I thought you'd sell it," Kathleen replied, really radiant. "I am no glad you did. Mr. Mortimer told me your return to Venice and your future In art very largely depended upon your chance of Bell- Farm life brings a person next to na tnre's heart clostcr than most any other thing. Yesterday a friend came on from Heidelberg to visit me a few weeks, as he had read in the papers of how I wallowed around in wealth and gave a house party on Tuesdays and EYidays, and how I did nothing but lie all day in a gaudy hammock picking tho bango or a woodfiek now and then, drinking one Tom Collins after another and creating witticisms until overhauled by the police. TWO SUNDAY ACCIDENTS. The maximum penalty for murdar la tha second degree, ia twenty years' imprisonment in the penitentiary, and, from tha tone of Jndge Woodward, when tha verdict was annoanoed, he will eentenoe Hendricks to the fnll limit. After Mrs. Ilesslegrave had returned for a few minutes, somewhat later, the young man rose to go. It was no use waiting now. Kathleen was fenced in, as it were, by a double thorn hedge of mother and brother. Yet he paused by the o|Den door and held Kathleen's hand for a second in hisownas he said goodby. "Thenweshall meet in Venice," he said at last regretfully. "In Venice in October." Ed ward llrennan S ruck l»y a Train, and 1'atrick McLain Hurt in the Milieu. "Ah, yes, jioor Kathleen!" Mrs. Ilesslegrave murmured pathetically. "It's so hard on her, Mr. Mortimer. I'm sure you pity her. She has to work like a slave! She grudges a'l the time she gives up every week to the natural sports and tastes of her age and her position in society. It's so different with you, of course. You have only to paint just when and where you like. Yours is art. for art's sake. Poor Kathl(HDn feels compelled to stick at it for a livelihood." ing it." The Lehigh Valley «xpreaa train from Naw York cue h re at about 2 o'clock Sunday afternoon,Btruck Edward Brennau, who was on the track, a short distance below the Plainsville station. The injured man was taken to the Pi tston Hoepital has a fractured arm and other wounde on the face and arms His c ndition is not serious. Brennan is a married man, 25 years old, and lives at Plainsville. "Kathleen, my dear," Mrs. Hesslegrave interposed in her chilliest voice, "do take care what you do. Don't you see you're letting your shawl hang over into the water?"Hendricks is now 26 years old. If he lives to serve his fnll term he will be pretty well np in the 40's when he will be tree again, and who can say bat that, as he lifts solitary and alone in his gloomy oell, each day dwelling on his misdeeds of the poet, the pangs of bitter remorse that crowd upon him are not ae great a punishment as if he were taken oat in the prison yard and hanged by the neck till dead, before tha vulgar crowd! Kathleen lifted itnphun*iedlyand went on with her conversation, unheeding her mother's hint, which indeed fell flat upon her. "I knew you'd sell it," she continued, with girlish enthusiasm. "It was so good. I liked it immensely. Such rich color on the sails and snrh delicate imagination!" Kathleen looked at him with some concern. "But you would do better to be in Paris," she said. "It's so much mor« important tor your art, you Know. .nrio she trembled Hlightly. "But I like it. mother," Kathleen cried, coloring up to her very ears. "I love my art. I'd much rather lie out juiinting on one of these lovely, solitary Hide canals than cooped up in a drawing room talking silly email talk to a » hole lot of stupid people I don't care a pin about." Ho camo thinking that the entire place was lightod by electricity, whereas 1 rely almost entirely on the heavenly bodies and a tin lanthorn, which we also use at times to strain plum hotter through. "No," the American answered, brightening up at that little spark of seeming interest in his private pursuits. "It shall 1)6 Venice, Miss Hesslegrave. 1 make it Venice." Then he paused for a second, as if afraid of going too far. "But it rather lacked teobniuue." th® American interposed, just a Irilte clnllily. Patrick McLaln, aged 35, of Cork Lane, w s brought to the Hospital Sunday af ternoon, snffa'lng with injuries to his foot received by the fall of a prop at the Chap- "Oh, technique anybody can get nowadays," Kathleen answered, with warmth —"if he goes to the right place for it. It's a matter of paying. What he can't buy or be taught is imagination—fancy—keen sense of form—poetical color perception." OLD SLEDGE WITH WALES. away in New Hampshire there is one true heart that beats for me alone? Heaven bless yon, James Wheeler or James Whatever or Jonas Whistler your name may bo, for I cannot read it Thank yon, thank yon. The verdict, It must be remembered, doee not acquit Hendrloke of the orlma, which was the main thing to prove. "A most ingenious dodge!" Kathleen answered, with languid interest. For a guest who comes here for'a fortnight's outiug there are two very pleasant methods of relaxation. One is to go down to tho barn and look at the honse, whilo tho other consists in remaining at the house aud looking at the barn. man mine. "There are tilings," he said, gazing wistfully at her with his big brown eyes, "much more important in one's life than art! So Venice it shall be! lCet me meet you in Venice!" Airs. Ilesslegrave sighed and shook her head faintly, with a speaking glance beneath her eyelids at Mortimer. She was under the impression that she was "drawing him on" by the pathetic channel. "It's so sweet of you to say so, dear," she murmured half aside. "You want to reassure me. That's charming and sweet of you. And I know you like it. In your way you like it. It's a dispensation, of course. Things are always so ordered. What's that lovely text alxmt 'tempering the wind to the shorn lamb?' I'm sure it applies to you. I invariably think so in church when I hear it." For Mrs. Ilesslegrave was not the first to attribute to Holy Scripture that sentimental and eminently untrustworthy Paying, which belongs by right to the author of "Tristram Shandy." "Yes, it's careful of me," Reggie went on. "I'm naturally careful. And by such strict bits of economy I expect in the end —to keep down my expenditure on dress to £250." A PECULIAR ACCIDENT. Another phase of the caae is, If Hen* d ricks were banged, would the Jnrora that will be called to paae judgment upon Fisher, Kearney and Bobineon, hang them! and if they shea d not would 11 have been right to have hanged md let the others off on the "—"M ilemee or acquittal f "And how much did they give you for It?" the American asked point blank, with his country's directness. An Englishman would have said, "I hope the terms were witisfactory." Pliilip Bennett Receive)* Injuries in a As soon as he was gone Reggie turned to her with a snicker. "That chap's awfully gone on you, Kitty," lie said, much amused. "He's awfully gone on you. For my part, I never can understand any fellow lieing gone on such a girl as you, but he's awfully gone on you. Why wouldn't you let me goout? Didn't, you see lie was just dying to have 10 minutes alone with Oh, won't it bo nice when the Prince of Wales comes? It will be nice for him and nico for us. Oh, I would think that he must be so sick of being the Priuce of Wales that he could not tell what to da It is joy to be a little prince, with long yellow locks streaming in the wind or with the cold but well meaning nose of a huge dog down one's neck, romping in tho royal preserves and getting up after breakfast, eating candy all the time and putting on a new suit of velvet clothes every day, but to be an old, baldheaded prince, with gray whiskers and watery eyes, must bo tough. Strange Way at Coxton. Kathleen smiled very faintly The friend from Heidelberg said: "Let us go to tho all-the-whilo moving river to see it, for everything else here seems to lDe all tho whilo yet remaining. I hate everything to always be remaining. " He does not speak very good English, but we have trained him so that if he does not care for tho potato top greens at table he can ask 6omo one to pass the jelL At our house you can have jell or greens. We also play at skittles. Philip Bennett, of the Junction, a young man employed in the Coxton Yards, met with a peculiar and dangeious accident ou Monday. While running to turn a switch he slipped and fell, striking a sharp stick, which penetrated the groin and severed a large blood vessel. He was quickly conveyed to his home and Dr. vtahon, the Lehigh Valley surgeon, sum moned, who dressed tue wound. "You don't tlnnk a fellow can do it on less, do you!'"' Reggie continued once more in an argumentative spirit. Willoughby parried the question. "Not much," he answered discreetly. "But enough for my needs. I felt at least my time had not been wasted. It's enabled me to come back this autumn to Venice, which on many grounds I greatly desired to do, and it will even allow me to get a little more instruction in that technique of art which you rightly say is the weak point of my position. So, of course, on the whole, I'm more than satisfied." "Yes, I do," Kathleen replied. "I certainly think so. And if he's a man and can't afford to spend so much I think he should be ashamed of himself for talking such nonsense." It is generally predicted that Fisher, Kearney and Robinson will eaoh be bald guilty of murder In the same degree ee dendricks, and receive the same — you?" Reginald flung himself down in the big easy chair by the bow window with the air of a man who drops in for a moment to counsel, advise, assist and overlook his womenkind—in short, with all thedignity of the head of the family. He was annoyed that "his people" were leaving town. Leave they must, sooner or later, of course. If they didn't, how could Kathleen ever dispose of those precious daubs of hers? For, though Reginald pocketed poor Kat hleen's sovereigns with the utmost calm of a great spirit, he always affect ed profoundly to despise the dubious art that produced them. Still, the actual moment of his people's going was always a disagreeable one to Reginald llesslegrave. As long as mother and Kitty stopped 011 in town he bad somewhere respectable to sjieiHl tils evenings, if lie wished to, somewhere pre •entable to which he could bring other fellows at no expense to himself, and that, don't you know, is always a consideration! As noon as they were gone there was nothing for it but the club, and at the club, that sordid place, they make a man (my himself for whatever lie consumes and whatever lie offers in solid or liquid hospitality toother fellows. So no matter how late mother and Kitty staid in town it made Reggie cross all the same when the day came for their departure. ■■ v\eii, out look Here, you know," Kcgfjie began, "what's a man to do? You just-think of it this way: First, he must have a dress suit, once a year, of coirrse— you'll admit that's a necessity. Glovesand white ties—those he needs for evening. Then a froekcoat and waistcoat, with trousers to match, and a black cutaway lot for afternoon tea, and two suits of dittos for country wear, and a tweed with knickerbockers for shooting and so forth, and a tennis coat, and Ixjating flannels, "Yes, I did," Kathleen answered, "and that was exactly why I didn't, want you to go out that moment. I didn't wish to be left alone with him." THE GOSPEL TENT CAMPAIGN. Reggie opened his eyes wide. "He's a jolly good match," he continued, "and a decent enough sort of fellow, too, though he knows nothing of horses. I'm sure I don't see why you should makesuch bones about accepting him!" Just at that moment, however, as tliey turned with a dexterous twirl under a low bridge up the silent little waterway that leads through quaint lanes to tho church of the Frari, they were startled by a sudden voice crying out from close by in clear English tones: "Hullo, Mortimer! There you are! So you're back again in Venice!""Anil what have you been doing all summer?" Mortimer continued, with a lazy wave to the gondolier, leaning I wick at his ease on his padded cushions. So wo wont down to tho river. It is a beautiful opaquo stream, and if you watch it keenly for a few days you may seo a saw log come down. STRANGE DEATII OF A CHILD. Evangelist Scliiverea Will Begin Work in Wilkesbarre About the Middle of June. Think of getting up day after day to find that the mean annual reign fall has been most CO years, that yon are a grandfather, and yet havo never had tho scepter in your hands to heft it even. While Playing Caught Her Head Between a Walk and a Wall. Arnold Willonghby still retained too much of the innate self confidence of the born aristocrat to think it necessary for him to conceal anything that seemed to himself sufficiently good for him to do. If he could do it, he could also acknowledge it. "Oh, 1 just went to sea again," he answered frankly. "I got a place as A. B. on a Norwegian ship that traded with l)iepiDe, deal planks and so forth, and the hard work and fresh air I got in the North sea have done me good, I fancy. I'm ever so much stronger than I was last winter." We sat down and lighted our pipes to watch tho river. By and by a large, fat man, dressed in a cardigan jacket, came floating down the stream. Some one had rifled him of his pants, also of his fair yoQiig life (with a shotgun). Norma Hughes, aged five years, daughter of Mr and Mrs Joseph Hughes of PtCKville, while endeavoring to find a wooden ball which she had lost under a plank walk running alo gside the reel decce of Mr. and Mrs. William J. Smith, Swetlaxid street, Hydi Park, yesterday, caught her heid between the walk and the stone wall of the building and dl- d from siff jcation before she could be released Tue child's parents were absent at the time. Preparations are being made for the reopen tag of the Qoepel tent oampalgi la the Wyoming Valley during the aomrner. It will be remembered thai when Evangelist Sohlverea went away after his splendid work here laet summer, it was with the understanding that he would laturn the following season. Bev. T. W. Swan, of the Weet Side, who has had the matter in hand, Informs us that Mr. Sohlverea expects to keep his engagement, Be is at present recuperating after a long season of hard work, at the Florida bona of Mr. and Mrs. B. 0. Sayre, ao well known here. A letter received week from him says that he would like to begla work about the middle of June, and that Wllkeebarre should be the starting plant CLe Wilkeebarre clergymen have given their sanction for the work to prooeed, and it is expected that the other towns of the vailey will also be visited by the evangelist. It is understood that Scran ton hM decided not to take pait In the work, so that will be more time for the Evangelist to spend in the Wyoming VaQqy. About thre mouths' time will be oooupied in making the circuit of the valley. The tent is now in storage In Pniladelphia, but will be shipped here In time to open the campaign about the middle of June. "I quite agree with Reggie," Mrs. Hi*sslegrave put in. "He's an excellent young man. I'm surprised at what you say of I was reading the other day the origin of the gentlemen in waiting. There had been none it seems till Victoria shortly after her marriage discovered that very often her husband, Albert Edward, whila •trolling alone on Piccadilly was grossly Insulted time after time by ladies who did not know him personally from the side of a house, anil so Victoria or dered some gentlemen in waiting to drive away these peoplo, who wero once said to be pure as the beautiful snow. "Oh, don't, Reggie!" his sister cried, shrinking away and clapping her hands to her aching bAid. "You comb my brain! I'm too tired to argue with you!" and him." The speaker was not in a gondola, Whether private or otherwise, and his costume was so unaffectedly and frankly sailorlike, as of the common mariner, that Mrs. Ilesslegrave was at first sight inclined to resent his speaking in so familiar a tone of voice to the occupants of a distinguished and trimlv kept craft like the Cristotoro Colombo, liut his accent was a gentleman's, and Mrs. Ilesslegrave reflected just in time to prevent her from too covertly displaying her hostile feelings that nowadays young meu of the very best families so often dress just like common sailors when they're out on a yachting cruise. No doubt this eccentric person in the jersey and cap, who called out se easily to their host as "Mortimer," must be one of these, otherwise he would surely have known his place better than to shout aloud In that unseemly hail fellow well met way to the occupants of a handsome private gondola. Kathleen rose from herseat. like one who doesn't eare to continue a discussion. "He's a very gC*Dd fellow," she said, with one hand on the door, "and I likeblfh immensely, so much that—I didn't care to be left alone with him this evening." "Ahl" thought I aloud, but still to myself, "they have started up the feud again. Ho told me, only last Monday is a week ago, that they had scalt tho back of his best hound pup. Probably ho went there to see about it, and they saw him first. This is awful," I continued, "Soon we will have to rely entirely on colored help." "That's just it," Reggie continued, delighted. "You live in wretched lodgings, with no proper food—your cook's atrocious —and yen work till you drop at your beastly painting, and yon tire yourself out w ith packing your own lioxes instead of keeping a maid, who'd do it all like a shot for you, and what's t he consequence? Why, you're unfit for society! When a fellow comes round to pay you a visit after a hard day's work and exiiects a little relaxation and stimulating talk with the ladies of his family, he finds yon wornout, a mere boiled rag, while as to music or conversation or some agreeable chat-oh, dear me, no—not the ghost of an idea of it!" And with that enigmatical remark she (dipped away from the room and rati quietly up stairs to complete her packing. Mrs. Ilesslegrave hail been longing for some time to interpose in this very curious ana uountrui conversation, nnu now hat could restrain her desire uo longer. "You do it for your health, then, I suppose?" she ventured to suggest, as if on purpose to save her own self respect and the credit of Rufus Mortimer's society. "You've been ordered it by your doctor?" CHAPTKR V Whether temperaneo or femalo suf frago is to fwe us from this condition of things I cannot say. I know one thing, and that is that if my watermelons act the way they did one yea- there will be another fend right here, and it won't be entirely a vegetable feud eyether. Last year 1 poisoned nine of my best water melons, but the gent who took them, be ing full of blockade whisky at the time, rather enjoyed tho poison that I put in and was up betimes tho next morning singing like a blue jay with his tail in the door. (Tho blue jay's, I mean.) HENDRICKS GETS TWENTY YEARS. "October in Venice is always charming," Rufus Mortimer remarked as he leaned back luxuriously 011 the padded seat of his own private gondola, the Cristoforo Colombo. "The summer's too hot here, and the winter's too chilly, but October and April are perfect poems. I'm so (?lad I made up my mind to come after all. 1 never saw Venice before to such absolute idvantage." A CHANCE ENCOUNTER. Now everybody who is anybody in England or Europe has from ono to six gents in waiting. Sentenced by Judge Woodward Monday Aftern on, and Ciiven the Maximum Limit. That is all that has saved tho prince's reputation and left it unsmircbed. I shall mark this paper and send it to him. Then ho will wish he had invited me to the wedding of the Duke of Fife or to tho christening of tho little Piccolo last year. I was in London, and he knew it Ho knew also that I was not busy and could havo gone just as well as not "Oh, dear, nol I doit for my livelihood," Arnold Willoughby answered stoutly, not in the least ashamed. "I'm a sailor by trade. I go to sea all summer, anil I paint all winter. It's a very good alternation. I find it suits me." In court on Monday James Hendricks, conviot d of muider in the second degree list week, was called for sentence, and Judge Woodward gave him twenty years it the penitentiary—the maxlmnm limit allowed by law. The heavy sentence staggered the prisoner for a few moments. "How badly you do up your back hair, Kitty!" Reggie observed, with a sweet smile of provocation, after a few other critical remarks upon his sister's appearance. "You put no style into It. You ought jnst to look at Mrs. Algy Redbura's hair! There's art, if you like! She does it in a bun. She knows how to dress it. It's a model for a duchess!" Kathleen's patience was exhausted. "My dear boy," she said half angrily, "I have to work to keep myself alive, and you, too, into the bargain. And if you expect me to supply you with £200 a year to s|iend upon your wardrobe, why, you must at least consent to give up the pleasure of music in the evenings." But Kufus Mortimer looked up at him Kith a quick glance.of recognition. "Hullo! Willoughby," lie cried, waving his hand to the gondoliers to draw near the bank. "So you're back again too! This is hetter than I expected. I was more than half afraid we shouldn't see you at all at the old perch this winter." This was too much for Mrs. ITesslegrave. She felt that Mortimer, though he had a perfect right, of course, to choose his own friends where he liked, ought not to have exposed dear Kat 1111*11 and herself to the contagion, so to speak, of such strange acquaintances. "Dear me!" she cried suddenly, liSoking up at the big brick tower that rose sheer just in frontof them, "here we are at the Frari! Kathleen, didn't you say you wanted to go in and look again at that picture' of What's-his-name's—ah, yes, Tintoretto's—in the Scuola ili San Rocco? Oh, thank you so much, Mr. Mortimer. We won't trouble you to wait for us. Kathleen knows her way on foot all over Venice. She can get from place to place in the most wonderful fashion, from end to end of the town, by these funny little calli. It. was so kind of you to give us a lift so far. Here, Kathleen, step out! Good morning, Mr. Mortimer. Your gondola's just charming. Good morning, Mr. —ah—I forget your friend's name. Oh, of course—Mr. Willoughby." Mrs. llesslegravegathered her light wrap round her ample shoulders and settled herself down on the best back tieiich with an air of unalloyed and complete enjoyment. She was thoroughly in her element. "There's nothing more delightful than a gondola to travel In," she said, with placid contentment In her full round face, looking up at the two sturdy gondoliers in gay costumes, who handled the paddles at prow and stern with true Venetian mastery of the art and craft of the lagoons. She would have said, if she had been quite candid, "Nothing more delightful than a private gondola," for 'twas that last touch Indeed that made up to Mrs. llesslegrave half the pleasure of the situation. It flattered her vanity, her sense of superiority to the vulgar held. She bated to hire a mere ordinary hack boat, at the steps by the Molo, to intrust herself to the hands of a possibly extortionate and certainly ill dressed boatman, and to be lost in the common ruck of nlain tourist humanitv. Hut what her soul just loved was to glide like this along the Grand canal in a private craft, with two gC ntlemen's servants In full Venetian costtune—red sash and black jerkin—by the iron bow, to know herself the admired of nil l«-holders, who really couldn't tell at a casual glance whether she was or was not the proprietor in iierson of the whole turnout, the eminently respectable family equipage. I don't know why, but we must all admit there is certainly a sense of extreme luxnry and aristocratic exclusiveiiens about a private gondola, as about the family state barge i»f the seventeenth century nobleman, which is wholly wanting to even the most, costly of modern carriages ami beliveried footmen. Mrs. llesslegrave felt as much und was happy accordingly, for nothing Have her mind such pure enjoyment, as the feeling, quite hateful to not a few among us, that she was enjoying somet hing which all the world conld not equally enjoy and was giving riso to passim; qualms of envy, hatred, malice and all uncharitableness in the ill balanced minds of casual spectators. Still I for one am willing to treat him well whilo hem I havo over three-quarters of an acre of mint growing on my farm, and the little still up the creek ia running day and night What Reginald miuht have answered to this unexpected attack remains an unknown fact in the history of the universe, for just at that minute the neat capped little waiting maid of the Kensington lodgings opened the door with a flourish ami announced, "Mr. Mortimer!" Speaking of female suffrage and ad vanceil rights, I attended a meeting in Washington l;ist winter held for the purpose of passing a law to ameliorate woman. Death of William Jenkins. "Mrs. Algy Redburn keeps a maid, no doubt," his sister answered, leaning back in her chair a little wearily, for she was worn out with packing. "So the credit of her bun belongs, of course, to the maid who dresses it." William Jenkins, a prominent resident of Jeimyn, died at »i.i o'clock Sunday mornirg after a long Illness. He was born In Monmouthshire, South Wales, in 1834, bat since 1866 has resided in Jermyn, where he became Influential in town and church affaire. He was a son of Bey William Jenkins, who for many years was a prominent mC mber of the Welsh Con g relational Conference of this section. His wife and four children survive The latter are Mrs. W. S. Trim and Will A Jenkins, of West Pittston, and Rasalama and Rachel, who reside at home. He also leaves four brothers ard one sister, as follows: Rev. D. M. Jenkins, of Liverpool, tingland; Rev. E. H. Jenkins, of BloomfiC-!d, Conn ; Henry Jenkins, of Provi deuce; K D Jenkins, of Scranton, man ager of the Stevens Coal Co., and Mrs R. Davis, of Ann street, West Pittston. And even as Mrs. Ilesslegrave looked up and wondered—oh, miracle of fate—Kathleen rose from her seat and leaned over the edge of the gondola with one hand outstretcliiil in quite kindly recognition toward the sailor looking stranger. "Why, It's you, Mr. Willoughby," sho cried, with clear welcome in her voice. "I am so glad to see you in Venice!" oomo on, prince, uome ana romp on the grass with mo. I can take care of your team, and Dr. Fletcher will take good care of your gentlemen in waiting. It was a collection of very bright minds and high, intellectual shoulders. "She keeps a maid," Reggie went on, with his hands on his haunches in an ar guinentative attitude. "Why, certainly ■he keeps a maid. What else would you expect? Every lady keejis a maid. It's a simple necessity. And you.ought to keep a maid too. No woman can be dressed as a lady should dress if she doesn't keep a maid. The thing's impossible." And he snapped his mouth to like a patent rattrap. The young American entered with undisguised alacrity and gaged delightedly around the room. "Mrs. Hessh-grave Is out, I hear," he began, with meaning, as he took Kathleen's hand. Then he started a little in surprise as Reginald r'ise from the chair where he had been sitting, unseen. "Hut your brother's here," he added iu a disappointed afterthought, whose distinct tone of regret must needs have struck anybody less self centered and self satisfled than the stockbroker's assistant. Car Inspector Killed at Nutlook*D I walked down through the beautiful room, which was in a private house, and I moved so still in my new arctics that no ono heard me approach. After I had seated myself down in the pompadour row a tall, sweet lady camo to mo and said softly and in the most faultless lan guago that she \vi.»hed I would oblige her by removing my overshoes, as the floor had been recently waxed. I colored up a good deal, of course, but took off my arct ics, revealing my now blue socks, with white toes, for I had omitted my shoes in my haste at homa After the mocting was over I was asked to come up and meet, several of tho prominent movers in tho woman's emancipation matter. I met Susan B. Anthony in my Kick foot on the stage; also quite a number of other bright women in good clothes. I'm glad that female suffrage doesn't mean C1 faded gingham mnbreila any more nor pathetic poverty. Good clothes look just as well on an intellectual woman as thev do on a salesladv. If it rains, we can play old sledge on the haymow, and if it's pleasant wo may go out tooling cross country with my buckboard. W. W. Hoyt, a prominent resident of Nan tl coke, was killed lMt Friday. He waa employed as a oar Inspector by the Cental Railroad, and waa standing between car bumpers when the train, whloh waa standing on a grade, came together, the brakes having been loosed by another inspector who did not know that Mr. Hoyt was between the oars. Ha waa 43 years old and leaves two ohlldren. His wife died two yean ago. A Strang* coincidence with the death of Mr. Hoyt la the fact that as far back as his great grandfa'her, not one male member of the family has died a natural death. His father waa a car inspector and was killed some years ago at the foot of Ashley planes. Arnold Willoughby held out his hand in return, with a slight tremor of pleased surprise at his unwonted reception. "Then you haven't forgotten me," he exclaimed, with unaffected pleasure. "I didn't think, Miss Ilesslegrave, you'd be likely to re- "Then I must be content to dress otherwise than as a lady should," Kathleeu responded quietly,"for I can'taffonlamaid, and to tel) you thC- truth, Reggie, I really doh't know that I sl.otild care to have one!" m uni linr rr» About a Revolver. "Yes, I dropiDed round to say gooClby to my people tonight," Reggie answered, with a drawl, caressing that budding black line ou his upper lip with all a hobbledehoy's affection. "They're off ou a round of visits in the country just now. Hard lines on me! I shall lie left all alone by myself in Ijondonl" Kathleen turned toward her mother, whose eyes were now fixed uiDon her in the mutely interrogative fashion of n prudent mamma when her daughter recognizes an uncertified stranger. "Thin is the gentleman I told you about, dear," she said simply, presenting him, "the gentleman who was so good to me that taking away day at the academy this sprint?. Don't you remember, I mentioned liimf" The gentleman from tho southwest had penetrated a gun storo and was interviewing the clerk- The inevitable old man with a boat hook was holding tho gondola by this time to the lDank and extending his hat for the expected penny. Mrs. Hesslegrave stepped out, with lit-r most matronly air, looking a dignified Juno. Kathleen stepped after her onto the slippery stone pavement, green grow n by the water's edge. Ah she did so she turned with her sweet slight figure and waved a friendly goodby to the two painters, the rich and t lie poor impartially. "Can't afford!" Reggie repeat ed, with a derisive accent of profound scorn. "That is what you always say. I hate to hear you say it. The phrase is unladylike. If you can't afford anything, you ought to be able to afford it. How do I afford things? I dress like a gentleman. You never see me ill tailored or ill groomed or doing without anything a gentleman ought to have. How do I afford it?" "I s'poso," ho said, "you've got guns for sale?" '' Certainly, sir. That's our business.'' "Well, I want ono." Itqfug Mortimer surveyed him from bend to foot With acomjirebeiiHive glance, which seemed to Hay alioutas tiear as looks could say it that whatever h r iliil he wouldn't be much missel anywhere, especially Just that moment, hut beinn " Jiolittt young man, aftiT his own lights, he failed to put his ideas into words for the present. He merely sat down on the divan, not fa from Kathleen, and to talk with her aliout art—a subject which invaria 1 Ixired Mr. Reginald taking not t.heslig :t est notice in any way nil the while of her brother's presence. Before he knew it almost they were away in Florence, deep in their Raphaels and Andrea del Sartos, and so furth. Reggie stood it for 10 mill utes or so. Then he rose and yawned. Fra Filippo Lippi had almost choked him off. hut Pacchiarotto finished him. lie wasn't going to stop and hear any more of this rot. II« longed for something sensible. He'd ko out and see what tli#evening pa pers said of the favorite for the Two Thou "What kind—a Winchester?" Against I'roJ ml Ice, Mrs. Hesslegrave froze visibly. This was really too much. She drew herself up as stiff and straight as one can easily manage in a wobbling gondola. "1 have somC» dim recollection," she said, with slow accents in her chilliest, tone, "that you spoke to me of some Kent lemau yon didn't know, who was kind enough to help you in carrying back y«ir picture. I—I'm de lighted to meet him." But. the tone in which Mrs. Hesslegrave said that, word "delighted," ltelied its significance. "Oh, a revolver. We havo the very latest,'' and he began to lay out an array of deadly weapons. "No. I want a pocket piece.'" "Prejudice is a thief and robs us of many go.al thii gs " Not the lsast oi those oi wuieh it deprives some of us is the aid of the most valuable medioinee, npon which we look wl'h suspicion, simply btcause they are proprietary preparations. Yet, in certain cases, those medicines are the peiftc'ed results of the highest scien tifi knowledge. There is Dr. David Ken nedy's Favoiite Remedy, puC up in accordance with a prescription that is employed with unbounded stccess. Theie is actual ly uothlug so good to restore the disordered organs to health and to purify the blood. This has been proved in thousands of cases. The person who would hesitate o nae Favorite Remedy because it Is proprietary meiiclne, would be foolish. •'And 1 hope, Mr. Mortimer," she called out in her cheeriest tone, "you'll bring Mr. YVilloiighby with you next week to our usual tea and talk at 4 on Wednesday." Explosion at Hoyt Shaft. Kathleen bad it on the tip of her tonnue to give Imck the plain and true retort. "Why, by making your sister earn the money to keep you," but native kindliness and womanly fneling restrained her from saying so. So she only replied: "I'm sure I don't know, my dear. I often wonder, for I can't afford it, and I earn n»orC. than you do." "What's thus tin?" asked the customer, picking up one and examining it. At noon Sunday an explosion of gas oecnried In the Red Ash vein at the Hoyt shaft, doing considerable damage to brattices and doorways. The fan had been stopped for about twenty mlnutee for repairs, and It Is supposed that a quantity of gaa which accumulated was set on fin by a small blower that had escaped the eye of" the fire boss who had made his rounds during the morning Nobody was In the min« when the explosion occurred. The mine Is idle until repairs can be made. As for [«Kir Mrs. Hesslegrave, she stood speechless for a second, dumfonnded with dismay, on the stone steps of the Frari. What could Kathleen bethinking of? That dreadful man! And this was t he very misfortune she had been bent on averting I "Tliat'B the hammer less safety, ono of the finest made. " Miss Anthony is bright and ready as a steel trap. Sho said to mo, "Mr. Nye, these ladies make you toe tho mark when they get a chance, don't they?" Tho customer laid it down promptly. "Well, 'tain't, no use in my business," he said. "I ain't lookin for a safety gnu. What I want is souiethin that a man can do execution with."—Detroit Free Press. Reggie winced a little at that. It was mean of Kitty so to twit him with his overty. She was always flinging his want of ready money ill his face, as though want of money—when you spend every penny that fate allows yon, and a little more, too —ware a disgrace to any gentleman! But he continued none the less in t.he same lordly strain:" You dress badly, that's the feet of it. No woman should spend less than 43304) a year on her own wardrobe. It ean't be doue for a shilling under that. Rh« oucrht. to oneruj It " "Step Into the gondola, Willonghby," the young American suggested, with the easy friendliness of his countrymen. "Are you going anywhere in particular? No? Just lounging alwait, reeonnoiteriug the ground for the winter's campaign? Then you'd better jump in, and let's hear what you've been up to." [to he conttnted.J "Yes," I said instantly, "but I thought perhaps that I might drop in and sort of help yon sock homo some of your great truths." Too Literal, So she glided in placid enjoyment down the Grand canal, drinking it all in as she went, with receptive eyes and noting, bv the mute evidence of blinds and abutters, which families were now back in their stately pala/.zos from their summer holidays and which were still drinking "the gross mud honey of town" iu London or Parte. Berlin or Vienna. "Ye can't believe half ye reads ill books," said tho newcomer (o the warden. With that all laughed heartily, and tiiking my arctics in one hand mid some manuscript, that I had thought they might call for me to read, in the other, I stepped into the lounging room and put. on my overshoes. In Style, "How do you like your new teacher, Willie?" "What's the matter?" "I'm afraid of her, marouia. She's so awfully swell." It has been proven by living witnesses that Pin-Tina is a remarkable specific for the quick cure of difficult and dangerous throat and lung troubles—its equa can't be t»,und. Costs 25 cants. Pan-Tina is sold at J. H. Houck'a and Stroh's drag stores. Arnold Willonghby. nothing loath, descended lightly into the gondola. As he entered Mrs. Ilessslegrave drew lier gown just a little on one side instinctively. She had a sort of feeling in her soul that this maritime looking young mau didn't move "1 seen in the library a book that says a man orter lie tho molder of his own fortune. I tried ter be, an hero I am, jugged fi r counterfeiting."—Washing Do you sorat:h and scratch, and wonder what's the matter 1 Doan's Ointment Willi Instantly relieve and permanently can any itohy disease of the skin, no OMtttf of bow long standing. "Does she dross very stylishly?" But Kathleen called him back anxioua. ly. "Where are vou going to, Reggie?" sand Men who belong in congress in 1995 will probablyhave to wipe their feet all "Dot's she! Mamma, she could put you in either one of her sleeves!"—Chicago Tribuno. ton Star